Chicken boarders

[brambles]

I chase cats.

 

Any other feathered sisters want to admit to any naughties?

[Redwing]

I eat sheep poo

[Janty]

OH thought he saw a fox in the garden trapped inside the fruit cage about a year or so ago. I ran out with the biggest kitchen knife I could find shouting that I was going to skin it and make it into slippers.

 

A few weeks later one of son's posh mates from school came around with his Mum and she was talking about how 'foxy' had eaten all their chickens. Son then announced what I had done.

 

You know those moments when you try to smooth over things and fail miserably.

 

 

I wouldn't mind but it turned out to be the fattest ginger Tom I have EVER seen.

 

In hubby's defence he was looking out from the conservatory and he does need his eyes testing.

 

I don't have any defence however.

 

 

If it was a fox I wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway...too soft!

[Olly]

 

I (that is I, Sadie, speckledy matron and prima donna) eat dead mice. I swallow them whole sometimes.

[Space Chick]

Do you Sadie, we (Sarah-Jane, Donna and Rose) do that too, we get the cat to catch them for us and leave them outside our walk in run. We also eat frogs

 

And mug our mother for grapes....

 

[bettyhen]

I old and grumpy Betty hen, plead guilty to jumping up and stealing a builder`s sandwich last week

(My mum had to make the builder another sandwich and give him some of my eggs)

[Gelbel]

There is nothing nicer than a poop in a nice clean nest box - everyday I tell my 'sisters' Grace and Joy to try it. And, do you know what? THEY DO! Who says I am at the bottom of the pecking order?

[Poached]

i polo hen refuse to move from the nest box and stop beng broody so have forced my owner[josh] to buy me 6 hatching eggs

[Chucky Mama]

Myself (Minerva), Trudie, sometimes Monica, NEVER Hilda (she is such a goody goody) sneak into the kitchen everytime the back door is open to check for snacks on the floor. I ofen poo when I am there and confess to pretending I don't know what the humans mean when they try to shoo me out and I run around everywhere except towards the door on purpose.

[Griffin]

I, Mimi, confess to saving up my curry poo and depositing it on the step by the back door for unsuspecting humans to slip on

[alih]

Debs, that photo is fantastic - you should send it to the Omlet folk as they would be bound to put it in the newslatter!

[smokiechicken1969]

we, the photographed, confess to flying in the kitchen through an open window whilst it was being painted, then pooping all over the window ledge and also staging a protest in the utility room as the treats were late coming out.

 

i, the owner, confess to telling my OH that my favourite little grey bantam was poorly so she could come in and sit on my lap every evening for a week. even though there was nothing wrong with her

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i love space chicks photo. is that the latest omlet accessory? the human chicken perch.

Edited September 20, 2009 by Guest

[Janty]

OH thought he saw a fox in the garden trapped inside the fruit cage about a year or so ago. I ran out with the biggest kitchen knife I could find shouting that I was going to skin it and make it into slippers.

 

A few weeks later one of son's posh mates from school came around with his Mum and she was talking about how 'foxy' had eaten all their chickens. Son then announced what I had done.

 

You know those moments when you try to smooth over things and fail miserably.

 

 

I wouldn't mind but it turned out to be the fattest ginger Tom I have EVER seen.

 

In hubby's defence he was looking out from the conservatory and he does need his eyes testing.

 

I don't have any defence however.

 

 

If it was a fox I wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway...too soft!

 

I must have been half asleep when I read the first post. Didn't read it properly.

 

[smokiechicken1969]

ha no janty, keep it in, that's a brilliant tale.

 

[Snowy]

I (Bertha) confess to leading the rest of the gang into the kitchen and stealing the dogs food (when he was still with us, may he rest in peace - although I will add he did not die of starvation). I haven't yet worked out how to get food from the new dog - she seems to think we should be her dinner!

[Cooks]

I (Flo) admit to laying my eggs underneath a thick bush where my huuuman cannot see them. I find this highly Hentertaining watching her rummage around the bushes trying to find them.

[cluckingmad]

I follow my Mum round the garden and bring the daffodil bulbs she's carefully planted back to her in my beak (she must be very silly to keep burying them like that, I'm being helpful, honest)

 

Maggie xx

[fluffyknickers]

We, nugget, peppa and eggy confess that this week we ganged up on Yogy the spoilt puppy and two of us held on to an ear each and the other got him by the tail. The silly mutt STILL comes back for more - he is more stupid than those humans. PS we admit we are very jealous of him as he is spoilt rotten.

[Patricia W]

I, Phillipa, admit that I cornered that silly wimpish newbie called by the hooman a stoopid name, Joy, and pecked that ridiculis white bouffant hair-do she wears until the hooman came and picked up the sqwaking baby and - WET ME WITH A GUN!! But I'm not sorry.....

[Gelbel]

Our mum and dad are going on holiday soon. I think Auntie Elaine and Uncle Mick are going to look after us coz they came to see us today and asked silly questions like, "What do we like to eat?" And, "What time do they go to bed?"

 

Now we are sure we can wrap Auntie Elaine and Uncle Mick round our claws but we don't think we will be allowed out to play much.

 

So when mummy hung out daddy's best holiday shirts on thewashing line; Rita showed me & Grace how to pull the buttons off the cuffs of his shirts. I don't know if that was what made mummy shout at us or that we also used daddy's cuffs as napkins for our mucky beaks.

[brambles]

today we helped to harvest a block of sweetcorn by digging up the roots so that they fell over. My hooman will be so pleased with us. Maybe we should go and start to unwrap the corn with our beaks.

[dippy bird]

I (Judy) totally admit to stealing my nana's yorkshire pudding off her plate while she was eating her Sunday lunch,it proves that she loves me coz she let me keep it!

[Chicken Licken]

I (Primrose) confess to laying 7 eggs under a bush in the garden so my owner thought I was ill! I have also perfected my 'dust bathing in between purple sprouting broccoli until it falls over skills'. I recommend it to all my chickeny friends especially as when it falls over then you can eat it My friend Barry (stupid name for a girl chicken if you ask me) ram raids the kitchen door at every opportunity and tries to find snacks around, if she doesn't find any spilt on the floor she makes a dirty protest with a curry poo. Will the owner ever learn that us chicken laydees are in charge - not her and that smelly old dog.

[Ms Tilytinkle]

I, Lilly, white wild & wonderful, confess to stalking the families little tortoise shell cat, making her so frightened at times her ears go horizontal & she freezes in fear. I, Lilly confess to chasing the little cat when the hooomans aren't looking, chasing little cat into the utility room - walking through the door chain meant to keep mosquitoes - so she looks like she's eaten all of the cat food which the hooman leave down on the floor in little nice coloured dishes for the 3 cats. I , Lilly, eat all of the cats food & make the Little Cat sooo frightened she covwers inthe corner whilst i eat her food. I, Lilly, confess to teaching Lola & Pandora how to work their into the utility room through those silly moving chains!!! I Lilly have it all sussed & have shown the other 2, 5 more to go, how easily it can be conquered.

 

I, Lola, confess to always depositing the most horrendous tar like dump on the back door step, always in the middle, always large & always unmovable!!

 

I, Medusa, confess to jumping over the fence into next doors garden, to eating and digging flowers and worms up then pretending I don't know what all the fuss is about when I quickly return, jumping back over the fence to re join the other girlies who distract the hoomans.

[PeggySue1]

We three, Molly, Maisie and Mary-jane confess to waiting in ambush for Charlie our doggy friend to start cocking his leg and we all rush him for different sides. The look of fear and an inability to move mid-wee is hilarious - well we think so. Our mums do too but they can't let Charlie see them laughing.